Now this is what I Call productive.

Its 9:27 on a Saturday night. I'm still at school. This sucks.

But I've got a paper due Monday morning that's worth 20% of my Term 8 project. Its supposed to be 30 pages and its currently 8. So what am I doing? I'm posting pictures to my blog from last weekend, and I'm on my way downtown to The Attic to see my buddy Jeremy play with his band Drop Trou. Man, I don't know why my paper isn't finished yet! I'm like, constantly working on it!

This will tell you how desperate I am to procrastinate this paper till the last minute. (Can procrastinate be used like that?) This afternoon, I called my Mom to see if she wanted to have a sandwich somewhere. I just heard a collective gasp from everyone reading this. Well, we went for a bite, and it was suprisingly non-confrontational. We had a good chat, and caught up on a few things. It was the first time I've spoken to her in a few weeks, maybe that's the secret.

I had my formal presentation on Thursday past. It signaled the beginning of the end for my Design Project, which is the beginning of the end of my Engineering Degree. It went pretty well, I didn't prepare a whole lot for it, but I generally do that sort of stuff fairly well on my feet anyways. This paper is a whole other matter altogether. I doubt I'm gonna hit the 30 page mark with it. So I'll have to make sure that the BS I fill the rest of the paper with is just believable enough that the markers don't notice. Is that even possible? At this point, I really don't care.

I must get going. Don't want to miss too much Trou Droppin' downtown, I'm sure the other better-prepared engineers are already well on their way to a drunken stupor, I can't miss it all!